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PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 6:56 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Cyan Garamonde – 6/3

... And it all comes down to...

The scene was nothing short of confusing. There were pumpkins (an army of them, actually), steam, images created by a girl’s insane mind, -Nabeshin- and, finally, Wrexsoul – surrounded by most of the participants, from Culex to Shizumaru (with a ‘fro), Alkaiser, Nova, Asuka and Cyan. –Nabeshin- was there too, but had a less active role in the fight, now that the Dark Knight of Vanda had cut his strings and he was freed from his puppeteer.

Steam filled the room they were – originally, one of the many steam knight factories – due to the fierce blast of wind Nova had conjured to keep the creature away. Wrexsoul tried to fight back, but whenever he tried, he was blown back.

Cyan coughed as he struggled to get back up with Alkaiser’s help, firmly clutching the hilt of the Yuzurenai Negai – and trying to focus his thoughts on where he were. Wrexsoul was not being able to escape, as Nova’s spell was holding him and prevented him from taking over someone else’s body.

[/i]“Take the bitch out!”[/i]

“Clever girl… you fooled us alright. But it is not over yet!” It said, motioning its hands and casting a Bolt3 spell on Nova, only for it to be reflected by to him – Cyan had cast a Reflect spell on the magical knight just before it struck and, even still weak, wanted to help defeat the evil creature he had unleashed upon the others.

Wrexsoul stumbled – or rather, hovered, as it had no legs and hovered almost a feet above the ground – back as his spell was reflected back to him. If it had a face – or something that could be called one –, its lips would have parted into a wicked grin, and baring whatever teeth it had – if it had a face, of course – menacingly at the people around it.

“We can’t just attack that bitch directly!”

“I know! Her tornado isn’t letting us through. We need to find another body as fast as possible!”

“Quiet, you two! We just have to get away from here and find a new body.”

“But that’s impossible, Moe!”

“He does have a point, Larry. How do you expect us to get out and find another body? It’s impossible. That damn girl wouldn’t let us!”

“I have a plan.”


The phantasmagoric being stood still for a moment and, before everybody’s eyes, disappeared from sight. At the same moment, Cyan let go from Alkaiser’s arms and ran towards the place where the creature was last seen – then stopped to take a deep breath, as he was not fully recovered yet.

“It’s a Warp spell. That foul creature can be anywh…”
Cyan’s sentence was cut down as something hit him from behind and he fell on his knees on the check board floor. Wrexsoul had reappeared just behind Cyan, and slowly started to fade away from view. Cyan grimaced as the creature tried to take over his body once again and the others – except Culex and Asuka, the first seemed more interested in watching this battle rather than fighting himself and the latter was still too weak to fight – ran towards the azure knight to aid him.

“Stay back!” The azure knight shouted at the group and motioned his hands, asking them to stop where they were, and slowly got back to his feet, all the while staring at the dark entity’s empty eyes.

“Pardon me for causing such trouble.” – Cyan managed to speak, clearly embarrassed by the situation, never his eyes leaving Wrexsoul and, in a swift motion, reached for his katana, ready to strike down the monster once and for all.

A bright flash.

Swords unsheathed – blood and magic.

Screams and steam – and more magic.

Thrust and parry – a hollow laugh and crystals shimmering.

Fire, Water, Bolt and Ice – a shriek.

Sleeping deprivation – wait, that’s just the writer.

Then, it was all blue – blue like Wrexsoul’s robe, blue like Cyan’s armor, blue like the light that emanated from Nova’s spells that flew across the factory-like room, like the Yuzurenai Negai’s glow as bit into the creature . Bright hollow stared and faded – a snapping sound, followed by a gunshot sound.

Chaos.

Pumpkins.

And it disappeared. As the mist cleared, there was only Cyan and nobody else. His soul was his own again. He smiled. A shard of stone in his hand and he bowed his head.

“Thank you.”

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Cyan has acquired the Magicite 'Alexander'.
Cyan has learned his remaining Swdtechs!

Cyan also apologizes for the crappy ending - which he recognizes that should have been much better than it was. The writer, however, has been up for 24 hours and has not been able to think anything coherent for the last 10 hours or so. Again, he apoplogizes.

Now, the writer sleeps.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 7:29 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

In one fell swoop, finishing the Geese battle and bouncing of Magus' post!

D +121 hours: 05 minutes:33 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Unknown location, unknown universe

So much had happened around him, yet he could not tear his gaze away from his opponent. John 117 fought furiously, hands and feet blurs of metal and cerammic as he intercepted hits and coutered, armored gauntlets and boots thudding off Geese' chest and arms.

A demon, some monster of blue and fire, had emerged behind him, and other contestants fought the beast left and right.

Red - John didn't know what had happened to Red. Something was wrong, there were too many variables. Too many pieces moving. It was havoc, chaos, an insane melee of fire, magic, flashing blades, gunfire.

Energy exploded around the Master Chief, his shields flaring once more, as Geese unleashed another of his strange energy attacks. The evil Overlord came in hard, punching and jabbing with more pwoer than even an Elite, his fists and feet smashing into John's shield. Geese spun away, coming back in a powerful spinning kick that seemed as if it would shatter stone, or through John's MJOLNIR. The foot swept in hard, splitting the air.

Tiem slowed and sped up, what his fellow Spartan Fred had dubbed "Spartan Time." The enhanced reflexes of the Spartan warriors, combined with adrenaline rushes created a dialation of time, a moment of clarity in which John saw the foot coming for his head, and his life.

The Chief didn't try to block. The foot jabbed in, and John struck, smashing both arms down with all the strength he had ever exerted,a nd maybe a little more. Cyborg fists, augmented by the pwoer of MJOLNIR, smashed down onto Geese' knee as his leg came in. There was a crunch, and a cry of pain, and John spun, leaping up into the air. His right leg came around in his own midair spinning kick.

Then Geese, a look of total shock on his face,w as sent flying, blood exploding from a shattered nose.

John landed on his feet easily. The battle around him was still raging. he spun, scanning the field of battle. Culex, Cyan, Asuka, Red, others he didn't know, fought the demonic beast. John looked at it, saw the evils it was, the tormented loss within the monster.

Red lay nearby, and beside the collapsed young fighter lay his revolver. John, moving like lightning, snatched up the pistol, spun toward the beast as everyone struck it. There wasa flash, bright light unlike anything John had ever seen, and a snapping sound.

The Master Chief aimed dead center at the demon, and fired. The revolver kicked once, the crack of the gunshot echoing across the chamber. Wrexsoul jerked as the final strike dove in. Then, like the emotions it embodified, the demon faded, releasing its hold on this world and reality.

Then, all was quiet.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 7:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Akira stepped into the garden maze with little hesitation this time. Everything Malak had told her so far was true; her actions in the past had been weak because she allowed her compassion to get in the way. By acting quickly, decisively, and without restraint, she would be able to become strong enough to protect *everyone* who was dear to her. Even now, she felt less hesitation, less indeciveness within her as she proceeded down the first turn in the garden maze wall. Malak had given her journey new purpose, new *life*, and eliminated those bouts of motive-questioning that had wracked her before. It seemed like this Dark Side was the real answer to all the problems that had worried her before.

A seemingly harmless spider insignia on the garden wall suddenly flashed and transformed into a giant-size version of itself, spraying venom at Akira's exposed back. The former Gedo student had already moved out of the deadly stream's path, and had closed the distance between herself and the creature in mere instants.

No hesitation.

Her arm speared directly through the creature's body, driven with that burning passion that Malak had shown to her and consumed with the Force, and retracted within the next instant. She flicked her arm to the side in a manner similar to a samurai flinging blood off his katana, and the creature's inner fluids were removed from her arm thusly. Not bothering to look back, the dark apprentice turned on her heel and proceeded in the same manner she had been going prior to the interruption.

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After some time, Akira looked around in frustration. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the maze's set paths, and even though she was somewhat skilled solving them on paper, being in one was an entirely different affair. She had spent a good half-hour dispatching those blasted spiders that keep showing up, and if she hadn't devised that method of removing their liquid remains from her jacket with the Force, she was pretty sure that her clothes would be smelling rather ripe by now.

Suddenly, the space around her seemed to shrink and then expand again as a shadowy figure like the one she had fought before flashed into existence before her. Dark tendrils immediately snaked out of the creature's form and flew directly for Akira--this time, it seemed that the being did not want to waste any chances.

"Futile."

The tendrils of darkness recoiled as if they were blasted back by some unknown force, which was actually swirling around Akira in visible gleams of violet light--the power of the Dark Side of the Force. She outstretched her palm calmly, although her voice was full of irritation.

"You shall impede my path no longer!"

Bolts of energy arced out from her hand, lashing out at the creature and ripping through its substance this time. It took but mere moments for the being to dissolve into nothingness, which suprised Akira. Having used too much Force, the lightning that had been concentrated there blew outwards in a small shower in sparks. Akira noticed one of the sparks lodge itself into the wall, singeing the vines a bit.

Burning... That gives me an idea.

Akira focused on her inner frustration until she could feel that familiar, empowering feeling envelop her body--that inner fire that seemed to come to bear more and more easily every time she invoked it. She outstretched both of her hands and sent a blast of Darkside Force and her own ki mixed together out at the maze itself. The resulting pulse of dark violet ripped through the vines, the energy burning the walls into ashes with ease.

After all, he didn't say just *how* to get out... I have better things to spend my time on than useless mind games.

Striding confidently on her self-created path through the maze, Akira reached the other side--and Malak--without any further interruption. The Sith Lord was facing the other side of the distorted landscape, so Akira could not judge his response. She proceeded to approach his turned form, and stood behind him in anticipation.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 7:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Well... that was a fun ride.

Should have known I was pushing myself too hard. Even possessed, I got smacked around quite a bit. And that guy's a LOT tougher than I imagined.

You listening, old man? Guess I didn't learn the lessons quite as well as I thought. In the end, I still just run into everything like some kind of mad bull, and I finally got punished for it. I did listen... and I'm trying to take it to heart. But I'm not perfect. ...I think that's what I'm going to have to start to admit to myself. That what happened, happened; that I can't keep whipping myself over it.

Damn, that really hurt. I can't even move. Thank goodness I'm still even alive--that Culex dude, whoo.

Why am I having these monologues with people, Shizzle my nizzle? I ain't psychic or nuttin. Heh. Well, maybe it's saying something when I do so much damage while possessed. I've paid a lot for underestimating people, you know. You'd be surprised how many demons I've seen--in my world and in tournaments like this--but I've never met anything quite like your little friend. Or indeed anything like you. Maybe one of these days I'll get over hating you--I mean, I'm rather attached to my arm, particularly the hand--but in the meanwhile you gotta learn how to smile or some shit.

Ah. Ah. My body just... won't move anymore. Readouts're saying my life force is at its minimum... feels like it f'damn sure. He could have killed me... Culex really could have killed me, 'specially with Ralphy-boy absent. Teach me to do something like that.

...Nova... I... I'm sorry about earlier, in the cave and whatnot. Heh, never did give you those flowers--they're still in my backpack and everything. ...wait, why the hell am I talking like I'm not going to see you again? I'm not done--not by a long shot. And you're still here too. Shoot, soon's I can move again, that's it. I'ma pull out that old Okonogi mackitude, and... yeah. Heh. Thanks. Thanks for... everything.

...know what? I think I'ma go to sleep. A nap'll do me... good, yeah. Can't do much else--like move or anything...

...

...Ralph better have a party at the end. I need some fun after this. Some vacation this was, man...

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 8:06 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Clocks are interesting, aren't they? Gears, levers, catchments, pendulums, counterweights, and hands, all chopping the world into tiny bits. By this time you're probably getting tired of the symbolism, but let's look in on someone obsessed with clockwork.

"Tick, tock, tick tock... Nearly teatime, it is. Yes, just a little more, then tea will be served for everyone..."

"Or is it the tea that will be serving you?"

One bloodshot eye swivels in its socket to fix on the floating grin. "Your jokes are as stale as my biscuits, cat. Begone, I have work to do."

It's about time we described this figure, isn't it? Okay, we'll start at the hat. Ahhh, you probably already know who this is, don't you? Yes, it's the Hatter. Like everything else in this delirium, he's changed. For one thing, I'd say he's roughly ten feet tall, hat included. The hat's about 3 feet of it, though. Tall, thin, gangly, looks about like he's all elbows and knees. Sickly green skin, bloodstained white shirt and spats, black pants that are probably equally bloodstained, but we all know blood doesn't show too well on black. White gloves don't quite reach to his shirtcuffs, revealing black wrists. Anyway, enough about him, on to what he's doing.

Currently, he's puttering around a table littered with gears, springs, hands, and a small black box with a bunch of switches, levers, buttons, and dials on it. Yes, it's Ralph's missing handheld. Looks like he's going to have to file a damaged equipment report when he gets back, though. One side of it is open, and several components of it have been removed. They're laying there on the table. Glowing bits of crystal, blobs of jelly-like substance, a few printed circuit boards, even what looks like a small potato. Or maybe the potato's the Hatter's lunch, who knows. Looking inside the handheld, we can see some of it's been replaced by whirring, ticking clockwork.

Speaking of whirring and ticking, the Hatter's doing his fair share of it himself. We kind of failed to notice the large gear sticking out of his back. It's slowly turning, probably winding him down. The Hatter continues poking around in the handheld, and the Cat's grin now hovers over his shoulder.

"Mmm, yes, we can see you're very busy. Not even you know what you're busy at, though.."

The Hatter points one finger at the grin, finger of his glove peeling back to reveal a gun barrel. "You try my patience, Cat. Begone, lest I graft you a new organ."

"You'd have to catch me first, and you might as well try to catch yourself as that." Turning up in a sneer, the grin faded and the Hatter turned back to his work.

"Tea time, yes, nearly tea time, tea for all of you very soon..."

"Hatter!"

The Hatter stiffened with a clank. Turning, he saw Ralph, smoke rising from his body, advancing toward him. The gray demon spoke.

"Mad Hatter 56920, you have violated several sections of the Interplanar Talent Agency rules and regulations, and for that I have full authorization and jurisdiction to apply whatever judgment I see fit. However, you have performed a valuable service in locating and retrieving a missing handheld monitor console, and for that I am willing to be slightly lenient with you if you return it, and any component parts you have removed, to me."

The Hatter paused for a moment, then began to rattle. The rattle soon worked its way up into a full-fledged laugh as he scooped the geared-up console off the table.

"This? Oh no, this isn't going anywhere. It's mine now, you see. I made it mine, I put a bit of myself into it. These gears, these cogs, they're my babies. I can't just let you take them from me... But perhaps we can discuss this over some... tea?" One gloved finger moved toward a switch, but was beaten to the punch by a phantasmal gray paw knocking the console out of the Hatter's hand. The Hatter swore.

"Meddling cat! I'll deal with you as soon as I'm done with tea." Reaching under his hat, he drew forth a teapot, which he quickly hurled at Ralph. The teapot exploded as it struck the ground, sending Ralph flying backwards. Red tape once more shot out of Ralph's sleeves, snagging several gears and arresting his flight.

"Very well, Hatter. You leave me little choice." Ralph pulled out his new handheld and began typicng rapidly. "Remove... indigenous... lifeform... Yipe!" The small demon was forced to leap out of the way as a floating teapot poured its contents directly where he had been standing.

"Oh, it's HOT! Hahahaha! Just have some tea and let me show you what I can do with clockwork!" The Hatter grinned and strode towards where the altered handheld had landed. Dodging another stream of boiling tea, Ralph called out to the one man who could help him.

"Nabeshin, old friend! Help me out!"

Nabeshin nodded, and Ralph's hair immediately expanded to 5 times its volume. The Son of MacBauer then went back to playing paper-rock-scissors-spock-lizard with the Cheshire Cat. The power of Ralph's afro formed a mighty umbrella overhead, deflecting the boiling tea away from him and giving him time to act directly against the Hatter.

"Rage Mode Deathblow: Iron Maiden!" Crouching, Ralph slammed his palms into the ground. Red tape once again shot out of the sleeves of his suit, plunging into the checkerboard floor. Beneath the Hatter, streamer after streamer shot up, knocking the gangly figure into the air and away from the handheld. After a moment, the flying streamers reoriented themselves, and shot downward in a massive X, criss-crossing and piercing the Hatter's body in hundreds of places. With a final loud CRACK, the red tape straightened out, sending small chunks of what used to be the Mad Hatter scattering about the room. Gears and springs and scraps of cloth and flesh bounced off Ralph's afro as he retracted the tape back into his sleeves. He nodded at Nabeshin, and his hair receded back to his typical male pattern-baldness, once more showing his horns.

Sighing softly, Ralph strode calmly over and picked up the altered handheld, studying it carefully. Then, nodding to himself, he tucked it inot a pocket and pulled out the new one. He typed a few commands and held it to his ear.

"Bal? Yeah, it's Ralph. Got the old one back. It's in pretty bad shape, though. The Hatter yanked its guts out and stuck some clockwork in it. I'll bring it back along with all the pieces I can find. Yeah, I'm fine. You remember Nabeshin? Of course you do, he helped us catch those. He's here, and helped me out. Great, yeah. I'll be back soon, just have ot finish this up. Great. Yeah, uh-huh. Talk to you later, Bal."

Ralph scooped the scattered bits and pieces off the table into a small bag, accidentally getting a few bits of Hatter along with them. Turning, he noticed the familiar grin hovering in mid-air. Slowly, the rest of the cat filled in and getsured with one paw while it spoke.

"So you're going away again, are you? Pity, these were all such fun. Bring some of them back if you get a chance. I'd go with you, but someone's got to wait for Alice."

Ralph nodded. "We all have our jobs. Take care of yourself, Cheshire."

"Don't give me that, demon. I know my fate already. Do you?"

"Do you?" Ralph echoed the question back to the cat.

The cat pawed idly at his earring for a moment, golden hoop gleaming in the light. "The one you're looking for isn't the one you're looking for, but he's so close as makes no difference. You take care of yourself, Interplanar Agent Ralph, or somethng will take care of you for it." He faded, and Ralph sighed again.

"Well, I suppose it's time to go. But where?" He checked the handheld. "No, no, that won't do. The final vacation spot's sure to have been changed. No, I'm going to need to talk to him about this. Where was that address again... Ah. Here we go."

There was a blinding flash, and the contestants all disappeared. Ralph blinked the spots from his eyes.

"I'll have to reprogram that..." he muttered, before snapping his fingers and going in the typical cloud of smoke.

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And here I said Ralph had no offensive moves. >_>

All right, tally finished, I'm bushed, final round will be up once I've gotten a little sleep and most of the finalists are out of school.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 11:23 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Malak allowed the tension to build, allowing his apprentice to think that she had failed, or overlooked some miniscule rule... Then, he turned, a blank expression on what remained on his face.

"You cheated."

Akira gritted her teeth, and opened her mouth. The Sith lord, however, cut her off by raising his hand. "You cheated. You evaded the spirit of the maze, and blazed a path that was clearly outside the rules."

He gazed at her for a moment longer, then let his hand drop. "I am pleased. You have learned that the journey is not what matters in the end, it is the fact that you arrived at your destination. Never let anything like 'rules' or 'expectations' hold you back, Akira. You are strong enough to claim victory, no matter the means you take to achieve that victory."

Suddenly, a mist began to descend over the garden maze. "Ah, it is time... time for the final confrontation. Come with me, my pupil." Malak placed his hand on her shoulder, and they disappeared together...
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